Seated at a small table she called a waitress and said: "Bring a cup of chocolate, a soft-boiled egg and some toast." "Pardon me, Miss Doyle," he said; "I thought you had breakfasted." "So I have," she replied.

"The breakfast I've ordered is for you, and you're going to eat it if I have to ram it down your throat." "But--Miss Doyle!" "You've told us you are doomed.

Well, you're going to die with a full stomach." "But the doctor--" "Bother the doctor! I'm your doctor, now, and I won't send in a bill, thank your stars." He looked at her with his sad little smile.
"Isn't this a rather high-handed proceeding, Miss Doyle ?" "Perhaps." "I haven't employed you as my physician, you know." "True.

But you've deliberately put yourself in my power." "How ?" "In the first place, you tagged us here to this hotel." "You don't mind, do you ?" "Not in the least.

It's a public hostelry.